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She had rushed around all day, preparing for their dinner out. They hadn't been out anywhere fancy together, ever. They had shopped a bit, been out to breakfast, but that was it. But this was going to be special. It was his birthday after all. They were leaving as soon as he arrived. She had made the dinner reservations at least a month ago to be sure all would be perfect. A very nice restaurant, with subdued lighting, excellent food, good service... and one other thing that she had checked out personally with a good friend. The restaurant always used long white tablecloths. She had taken a special floral display she had bought for him earlier to the restaurant, so it would be on the table when they arrived. She took a deep breath in, feeling her breasts lift with the movement. She checked the mirror. No, you couldn't tell anything with the coat she had on, and the scarf would conceal her once her coat was off in the restaurant. She wanted to give him a special surprise... that he wouldn't expect... from her. She nervously ran her fingers thru her auburn hair, feeling the soft waves caress her fingers and palms. She had no sprays on her hair because she wanted it to be super soft for him to touch, caress, if he so desired. She closed her eyes briefly, wishing him there as quickly as possible.
A few moments later the door opened, and she heard him say "Honey, I'm home." She hurriedly slipped her coat on, and rushed down the hallway to meet him. She threw herself into his open, waiting arms. Her eyes closed, sighing deeply, as she felt his strength, warmth and love seep into her soul from his tender embrace. When he pressed his open, hot mouth to hers, she eagerly took his kiss, meeting his wet, arousing tongue with her own. God, she had missed him so much! She savored his kiss and his strong embrace with relishing joy. He finally pulled back, his light brown eyes going over her face. "I've messed up your lipstick," was all he said, laughing apologetically, and a bit ruefully. But all she did was smile, using her own gentle fingers to wipe the traces of soft peach color from his lips. "It is easily repaired. Now, we have to hurry. I made the reservations for eight o'clock." He just grinned as she grabbed her little red purse, slipping past him, out the front door. He followed, locking the door behind them.
He just smiled and nodded while he drove to the restaurant, following her sporadic directions, and listening to her nervous chatter. He suspected something might be up, because she was always so relaxed around him. But he just watched and waited, enjoying her prattle on about her days since they had last been together. He would have preferred staying at home.... he couldn't help but think of her house as home anymore. But she had persisted, insisting that she wanted them to celebrate his 37th birthday at a nice restaurant, and then come back home, with no dishes to do, or kitchen to clean up. He agreed with her logic, and so they were driving to the restaurant on this cold January evening. It was so cold, the sky was the blue black of Indiana winters, with the stars shining brightly in the cloudless void surrounding them.
Soon they were seated in the restaurant. He expressed surprise, then thanks, at her gift of the flowers on their table. He had smiled when he read the little card she had concealed between the blooms. She had wished him a happy birthday, with many more smooth ones to follow. After ordering a bottle of wine, they both perused the menu slowly. She stared at him over the top of hers, glad she had arranged for them to be seated at right angles from each other. She was nervous, couldn't keep her leg from jiggling like it always did when she was. Finally the waiter came back and took their orders, leaving the cool wine behind. She lifted her glass first, holding it towards the man she had so unexpectedly met, and was so in love with, she often shook her head in amazement and wonder. He lifted his own in response as she spoke.
"Happy Birthday, darling." They toasted their glasses, and then each took a sip. As he set his down, she leaned across the table edge, pulling him gently towards her. She pressed her lips to his gently. After she leaned back, she released the scarf around her shoulders, letting it fall gently behind her to rest on the chair. With a gentle shifting in her chair, she let him see that she had neglected to wear a bra tonight. She smiled softly as she saw his eyes first widen in surprise, then lighten in agreement, and finally narrow a bit, as he contemplated the lushness revealed to him.
He opened his mouth to speak, when she quickly pressed her soft fingertips over his lips. "Shh, wait just a moment...." She silently lifted his right hand from where it rested on the white tablecloth, and lowered it below the edge of the cloth. Her green eyes held his steadily as she slowly moved his hand to her naked thigh, just above her knee. She held firm as she felt his jolt of surprise when he realized she wasn't wearing any stockings. She licked her lips as she slowly moved his hand up her warm naked thigh. But it was her own lips that gasped as she slipped his large masculine hand between her thighs, to touch her smooth, naked pussy that had become wet in anticipation of his touch.
Her eyes were dazed as his hand explored what she had so generously offered him. It felt so deliciously forbidden, here in this posh restaurant, but protected by the long table cloth. But he had to strain to hear her soft, broken words as his fingers eagerly, tenderly, and oh so lovingly stroked her naked, soft, smooth and wonderfully wet pussy. "And this is just your first present, my love..."
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